There ought to be a system of manners in every nation which a well-formed mind would be disposed to relish. To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely. BurkeReflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. III. P. 100.

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;For his country he sighd, when at twilight repairing, To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. CampbellThe Exile of Erin.

From the lone shielding on the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seasBut still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides.Canadian Boat Song. First appeared in Blackwoods Magazine, Sept., 1829. Attributed to John G. Lockhart, John Galt and Earl of Eglington (died 1819). Founded on Eglingtons lines according to Prof. Mackinnon. Also in article in Taits Magazine. (1849). Wording changed by Skelton.

And nobler is a limited command,Given by the love of all your native land,Than a successive title, long and dark,Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noahs Ark. DrydenAbsalom and Achitophel. Pt. I. L. 299.

They love their land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why;Would shake hands with a king upon his throne, And think it kindness to his majesty. Fitz-Greene HalleckConnecticut.

Un enfant en ouvrant ses yeux doit voir la patrie, et jusquà la mort ne voir quelle. The infant, on first opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to the hour of his death never lose sight of it. Rousseau.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,Who never to himself hath said,This is my own, my native land!Whose heart hath neer within him burnd,As home his footsteps he hath turnd,From wandering on a foreign strand! ScottLay of the Last Minstrel. Canto VI. St. 1.